Chapter 4: Little bump
The sun was shining brightly over the town, casting long shadows on the busy streets as Chris walked towards the school. He turned the corner and saw the familiar red-brick building, the sound of children's laughter echoing through the air. He took a deep breath, the smell of the nearby frangipani trees filling his lungs. It was a beautiful day, but Chris's mind was elsewhere.
He had been trying to put the events of the past few weeks out of his mind, focusing on his work and the students. But the memory of Oah, her wide eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire, kept creeping up on him.
He knew he should feel guilty, but he didn’t. He felt a thrill every time he thought about her, about how innocent and pure she was, and how he had taken that innocence. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted more.
As he walked into the school, the bell rang, signaling the start of the day. Students rushed past him, chattering excitedly about their weekend. Chris nodded a greeting to a few of the teachers he passed, but his mind was elsewhere. He was thinking about Oah, wondering if she was feeling okay, if she had noticed any changes in her body.
Chris knew he should check on her, make sure she was alright. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. What if she was pregnant? What if she found out and blamed him? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He had to focus on the task at hand, on his students and his work. He couldn't let the thought of Oah consume him.
As he walked into the staff room, he saw Oah sitting at her desk, her head bent over a stack of papers. She looked up as he entered, her eyes meeting his briefly before she looked away, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks.
Chris felt a pang of guilt, mixed with a thrill of desire. He couldn't help but remember the way her body had felt wrapped around his, the way she had surrendered to his touch.
"Morning, Oah," he said, his voice casual as he poured himself a cup of coffee from the communal pot. He couldn't help but notice the way her hands were trembling slightly as she held her pen, the way she avoided looking at him.
"Morning, Chris," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked down at her desk, her fingers fumbling with the papers in front of her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softening as he stepped closer to her desk. She took a deep breath before looking up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and vulnerability. "I am pregnant, Chris," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as her eyes started to well up.
Chris felt a jolt of shock run through him. He had known that there was a possibility, but hearing her say it out loud made it feel all too real. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain a neutral expression. "How do you know?" he asked, his voice calm.
Oah looked down at her lap, her fingers intertwining nervously.
"I missed my period. And I don't feel like myself. I've been... sick in the mornings." She paused, her voice catching as she fought back tears. "I took a test, Chris. It was positive."
Chris felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins. He had wanted to knock her up, had fantasized about it, but now that it was a reality, he felt a mix of excitement and panic. He walked over to the small sofa in the staff room and gestured for Oah to join him. Oah stood up slowly from her desk, looked at Chris then glanced downwards towards her stomach , as if trying to hide the bump that had just started to show.
She walked over to the sofa, and they both sat down. Chris turned to face her, trying to keep his expression neutral.
"How do you feel about it?" he asked softly.
Oah looked down at her lap, her hands wringing together nervously. She took a deep breath before looking up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, uncertainty, and a hint of something else that Chris couldn't quite place.
"I don't know, Chris. I'm scared. I'm only 30 and I never thought I would be a mother so soon.
It's all happening so fast." Her voice wavered, and a single tear spilled down her cheek.
Chris felt a pang of guilt for putting her in this situation. He had taken advantage of her innocence and now she was paying the price. He took a deep breath and reached out, gently wiping away her tear.
"Hey, it's going to be okay," he said, his voice soft with reassurance. "We'll figure this out together."
Oah looked at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of insincerity. After a moment, she nodded, giving him a small, tremulous smile.
Chris took her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll get through this together, Oah. I promise."
Chris looked at her breasts, the mounds swelling slightly under her uniform blouse. They had grown bigger. He felt a stirring in his loins and moved closer to her and looked into her eyes, into the depths of her vulnerability.
Oah looked at him “Do you want this baby Chris?” she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.
Chris hesitated for a moment, looking into Oah's eyes. He knew this was a crucial moment, a moment where the wrong words could cause irreparable damage. He took a deep breath and decided to be honest. “That depends” he said , his voice barely a whisper as his eyes traveled down to her swollen belly.
Oah’s eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean?” she said, her voice shaking slightly.
Chris looked back up into her eyes, seeing the hurt and confusion swirling in their depths. He knew he had to tread carefully.
He looked away, unable to meet her gaze any longer. “I need more sex Oah” He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Oah's eyes widened in shock. She pulled her hand away from his, her breathing becoming more rapid. “Chris.... What are you saying?” she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.
Chris looked back at her, his expression serious. “I need more sex, Oah. With you. I need to feel you, to be inside you... to see your body change with mine.” He paused, his eyes flicking down to her belly briefly before meeting her gaze again.
It's not just about the baby. I need to feel you, Oah. I need to know that you're mine. That your body is mine to use, to enjoy." He saw the shock register on her face, the way her eyes widened and her breath hitched. He knew he was being cruel, but he couldn't stop himself. He needed her, and he wasn't going to pretend otherwise.
Oah's face paled, her body trembling slightly as she stared at him in disbelief. "Chris... I can't... I won't..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Chris, how can you say that? You know what we did was wrong. You took advantage of me, and now you want more? Is this some kind of sick game to you?" She burst into tears, her body shaking with sobs.
Chris felt a pang of guilt, but he also felt a thrill of power. He couldn't deny the truth of his words. He needed her, and he wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted.
"Oah, listen to me," he said, reaching out to comfort her, but she flinched away from his touch.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I need to be honest with you. I can't pretend that I don't want you, that I don't crave your body. And I can't pretend that I don't want to see you pregnant with my child. I know it's selfish and cruel, but it's the truth."
Oah looked at him, her eyes filled with anger and hurt. "You're right, it is cruel. And you're right, it is selfish. But I'm not some object for you to use and discard at your will. I have feelings, Chris.
You can't just take what you want and discard me like trash. I know you said you'll make it up to me, but this... this is too much. I can't do this."
Oah's voice was trembling with emotion, and Chris saw the pain and betrayal in her eyes. He realized the magnitude of his actions and how much he had hurt her. He reached out to her, but she pulled away from him, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Oah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I have these feelings too, and I'm not good at expressing them.
But please, please listen to me," Chris pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. He felt a lump form in his throat as he watched Oah continue to cry, her body wracked with sobs.
"I understand that I've hurt you, and for that, I'm truly sorry. But I'm also trying to be honest with you. I can't deny how I feel, and I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I want to make this right, Oah.
I want to be there for you, through every step of this pregnancy. I promise you, I'll be by your side, every step of the way." Chris tried to reach out to her again, but she pushed him away once more.
"No, Chris. You don't get to say that. You don't get to make promises now, after everything you've done. After everything you've said." Oah's voice was shaking with anger and hurt. "You took advantage of me, Chris. You used me and then you threw me away like I was nothing. You haven’t even spoken to me on any sort of deep level for almost a month . And now, now you want to be there for me? No way, Chris. I can’t trust you.”
Oah’s words were like a slap in the face, and Chris felt a coldness spread through him. He had never felt so small, so cruel, as he did in that moment. He saw the truth in her eyes, saw the pain and betrayal that he had caused her, and he knew that he had to make things right.
“Oah. I’m willing to be there for you. To support you and our baby, but only on the condition that you give me sex. If you don’t want to that’s fine but you will lose me to another woman and I am not all you will lose .
I'm telling you Oah, that I want to be with you. I want to be your partner, to support you and our baby. But I need sex, I need to feel you, to be inside you. It's not just about the baby, I want you, all of you. I want to see you grow with my child, to watch your body change. I want to be a part of that, I want to be involved. But I can't do that if you don't let me in.
Oah's eyes widened in disbelief, her tears stopped flowing as she stared at Chris in shock.
"What did you just say?" she whispered, her voice trembling with anger and disbelief.
"You heard me, Oah. I want to be there for you, but I need something in return. I need you. All of you," Chris said, his voice steady and unwavering.
Oah shook her head, her eyes filled with disgust and betrayal. "You're unbelievable, Chris. You really think that you can just take what you want, and that I'm going to just hand myself over to you like some sort of... of trophy?" she spat, her voice shaking with fury.
“This is a quiet office and no one will disturb us do you don’t have to worry. Will you let me in you or do I walk out of your life, go straight to the principle and have him fire you. What’s it going to be?” Chris’s voice was low, his eyes boring into Oah’s. He could see the shock and disbelief in her eyes, but also something else, something raw and primal.
Oah’s breathing was ragged, her chest heaving with each breath. She looked away, her eyes scanning the empty office before meeting Chris’s gaze once more. She knew he meant what he said, and she also knew that she couldn’t afford to lose her job.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
A slow, predatory smile spread across Chris’s face.
He stood up from the sofa and moved towards Oah, his eyes never leaving hers. She shrank back, her breath coming in short gasps, her body trembling with fear and desire.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice a low growl.
Oah’s hands went to the buttons of her blouse, her fingers trembling as she began to undo them. Chris watched, his cock straining against his pants, as she revealed her creamy skin inch by inch. Her breasts were spilling out of her bra, the nipples hard and pointed. Oah was sobbing uncontrollably.
She didn't want this. She didn't want him. But she had no choice. She couldn't afford to lose her job. She couldn't afford to lose him. She loved him, despite everything. She unbuttoned her blouse,
“Forget doing that. Pull your pants down. Leave your nickers on and bend over” Chris demanded in a low, commanding tone. Oah bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then slowly and reluctantly did as she was told, her face flushing red with embarrassment and humiliation.
Chris smirked, his cock throbbing at the sight of her in such a vulnerable, submissive position. He walked over to his desk and grabbed a small tube of lube, tossing it onto the couch beside him. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his cock already hard and ready.
“Now bend over the arm of that chair so I can do it from behind” he said, his voice gruff with lust.
Oah hesitated for a moment, her eyes filling with unshed tears, before she slowly moved to the chair and bent over the arm, presenting herself to him.
He stared at her vagina in awe “it’s fucking gorgeous Oah” as he reached out and touched her panties , his fingers probing at the wetness that had already soaked through. Her eyes widened as his fingers slid inside her panties, rubbing against her clit, making her gasp.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Oah. You want this, don’t you? You want my cock inside you, filling you up with my come,” he said, his voice a low growl.
He heard her whimper in response, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and arousal. He moved his fingers, rubbing her clit in slow circles, making her hips grind against his hand.
“That’s it, baby” as he parted her panties with his fingers exposing her glistening pussy lips. He looked at it in awe, so fucking pink, and wet. He snapped his fingers and said, “spread your legs wider”
He loved it when she complied, her legs spreading wider, giving him a better view of her pussy. He could see her clit swelling and her pussy lips opening up, inviting him in.
“Fuck, you’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Oah? You want my cock in your tight little cunt, don’t you?” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
“Yes, Chris...
Yes...Please, Chris..." Oah whispered, her voice barely audible as she pushed her hips back against his hand, inviting him to enter her.
Chris growled in approval, ripping open the packet of lube and squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He smeared the lube onto his cock, coating it thoroughly before positioning himself at the entrance of Oah's pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from her, could see the way her juices glistened on her swollen lips.
"Fuck, Oah. You better get ready for my cum” I want to watch my seed spill into your fertile womb, watch your belly swell with my child," I growled. I planned to get so horny before this that when I put my cock into her vagina, it made me cum straight away. I wanted to use vagina just to squirt my cum inside
her. I wanted to feel her tightness around me, get the real feel of her, then pull out and watch my cum spill out of her.
"You fucking tease, you know that? You know what you do to me," I growled as I positioned myself at her entrance. I looked down and watched my cock disappear into her tight, wet hole. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight, Oah. I can feel every inch of your cunt squeezing my dick."
“I’m going to fucking squirt it in your hole baby. Here it fucking comes ,” Chris growled as he thrust his entire cock in one go, feeling her tight pussy clench around him. He grunted, his body shuddering as he felt his balls draw up tight, ready to explode. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and plunged back in, his hips slapping against her ass.
“You’ve got me so fucking hard, Oah. So fucking tight,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to move in and out of her, his cock tunneling in and out of her wet heat. He could feel her pussy gripping him, milking him, and it was too much.
He was going to come. He pulled out, his cock slick and shiny with her juices, and turned her around to face him. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears, but there was also a spark of desire in them.
"Look at me, Oah. Look at me while I come inside you. I want you to see how much you make me feel." He guided her hand to his cock and helped her stroke him, the sensation almost too much to bear. He groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand, the pleasure building to a crescendo.
“Feel it pulse as my cum squirts into your gorgeous vagina , Oah. Watch as my seed fills your womb, marks you as mine,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.
Oah's eyes were wide with surprise and arousal as she felt his cock throb in her hand, his hot cum spurting onto her stomach. She gasped, her body trembling as he continued to pump his hot seed onto her, marking her as his own.
“Fuck, Oah. Look at you, so fucking gorgeous with my cum all over you,” he murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at her.